Mate of Lady Mafia Boss

"Let's see who we have here," said a man in a suit sitting in a large chair. This bunch of black men in the road brought me to this red chamber that was completely strange to me. They claimed that their boss was looking for me. I assumed this man in front of me was definitely their boss. I light my tobacco and proceed to puff and smoke it. "I've heard a lot about you, Arsen Ignacio Ciervo, and they've named you The Rat," he remarked. I despise being referred to as The Rat. He asked, "Why do you accept such a kind of offer? It must have been awful to be given a small payment for such a big mission." I don't have a choice but to commit all of these heinous crimes in order to eat, survive, and live above ground. He's grasping a stack of papers that most likely contain some of my photos and personal information. I can tell they've been following me around for a while now. This individual is not just any ordinary man. He has extensive connections and is capable of committing major crimes. "Does it even matter to look at these papers to see all the offers you accepted?" he asked. He looked me in the eyes as he lifted the stack of papers and let it all fall to the ground. I was correct in assuming that those documents included all of the offers I accepted and the crimes I committed in order to survive. How did he obtain that information? I commit my crimes in a way that even the police wouldn't suspect. "You have potential, so much potential in you," he added. "Just get to the point and tell me exactly what you want," I stated. He chuckles even when nothing is humorous. He ducked for a second to pick up a briefcase and place it on his table. "You're being impatient, Mr. Arsen Ignacio," he pointed out. He opened the briefcase, and within was a large sum of money that I had never seen before in my life. "Does this amount of money overwhelm you? Well, this is just a down payment for the mission that I will give you. Isn't that a tempting offer?" he asked. How am I supposed to say no when I'm offered this enormous sum of money, which I can't even begin to count. "Tell me the mission and the actions I should take," I responded politely. "I am having problems with a lady named Lilith Camila Alcaraz, a notorious mafia billionaire and casino owner, and I want you to make her fall madly in love with you. Drive her insane, make her life a shambles, and make her life as miserable as possible. Send her to her downfall in the name of love," he stated. So, my only goal is to have a woman fall in love with me? Is that a difficult task? "That's all?" I inquired. "She can murder you if she wants to, so don't undervalue her," he warned. Among all the crimes I've committed in my life, this is likely to be the easiest but also the most deadly, because I'll be dealing with a lady mafia boss who could kill me cruelly. "I'll just give you updates for more information, and I'll just send you your salary at random," he added. "Remember, I'm watching you, and I have people who will be looking for you to see if you're doing your job." I close the briefcase and carry it with me. There's no way I'm going to fail this mission. I need cash. If I can just complete this one mission, I might be able to quit committing crimes and live a normal life. I returned to my apartment, leaving the briefcase behind. I quickly dressed up and rushed to the Calypso Casino to try my luck, hoping that fate would be on my side. I proceeded to a section of the building where there were a number of standing men in fantastic suits. I went over to see what game they were playing, and it was roulette. I try to gamble and engage with them while secretly pulling money from their pockets. I guess I should say thanks for the additional money I'll be saving for tonight. I truly believe that today is my lucky day. I used the money I stole from those people to get the cheapest drink at the casino. I went to the poker table, pretended to be sober, and spilled my drink on the table, causing the millionaires to lose their composure. "I'm sorry, I guess I slipped my drink? I guess I'm a little tipsy," I explained. "What is an ignorant, poor, and disrespectful man doing in a luxurious casino like this? How come the guards let you in?" the enraged man said. "Oh, come on chill, why don't you have a taste of my drink?" I suggested. I intentionally spilled my drink on his fancy suit. His face turns bright red and he absolutely loses patience. He grabs my collar and screams in my face. Yes, please create more noise. "What the hell is wrong with you?! Are you doing this on purpose? Are you looking for trouble? You're messing with the wrong person!" he exclaimed. I spit on his face, covering it with my drool. He eventually loses control and begins pushing me till I fall. He began punching my face, and we are finally drawing the attention of many people. “You have to pay for everything, including this clothing, my tolerance, and my behavior,” he exclaimed. He continues to punch me, and simply by the way he acts, I can tell that he is a spoiled child who is only out to squander his parents' money. He was extremely fortunate to be born wealthy. I want to punch this man in the face. Can I at least knock him in the face to feel good about hitting an ignorant and fortunate man? I stood up and gave him a direct punch to the face, causing him to collapse and bleed from the nose. Finally, the bouncer arrived to prevent me from further damaging the casino. They gave the man on the ground an envelope as compensation for what I did to him. That seemed to be a big sum of money. How nice it would be to be wealthy and just give out such a large sum of money for minor inconveniences. It's not a bad thing that I owe the Calypso casino money because my goal is to finally meet the lady mafia boss. A person who appeared to be one of the higher ups murmured something into the bouncer’s ear as he pulled me out of the casino. I was led deeper inside the casino, to the CEO's office. This means that my plan to meet the lady mafia boss is going to succeed. I'll finally get to meet the CEO, a brutal boss who runs a mob using a casino as a front. They pushed open the door, revealing a large chamber in front of us. Although the bouncers had my hands in handcuffs, I couldn't take my eyes off the lovely woman who was seated at a table with her legs crossed. Tonight, I was captured not once, but twice. The gorgeous visage of this lady mafia boss has captivated my heart. Lilith Camila Alcaraz, you are far too beautiful to be my adversary. I thought I only had to deal with you, but now I have to deal with and resist my emotions as well. “You owe us money, huh? Your life is now in my hands, but fortunately for you, I think you're cute, so I have a proposition for you,” she said. Is it true that he just called me cute? Really? Did she actually think I was cute? It's quite strange to say that to a man you just met. I tried to play hard to get to her, saying, "Cute? I look cute to you? I have a girlfriend so I can't accept your advances." I try to mask my true feelings by acting unaffected and unfazed by what she said. She said, "Your girlfriend doesn't have to know." She smiled and her body language altered from aggressive to playful. She gave me a pouty smile while she watched my reaction. "Be my slave and work for me," she demanded. "You seem provocative. Are you flirting with me?" I inquired. "I'm not usually the type of person to flirt with others, but I can make an exception for you," she explained. She smiles and moves in closer. "That is, if you're willing to accept me as your master and agree to become my slave," she says as she settles down behind her desk. "Unfortunately, I have no desire to become someone's slave," I said. I saw a revolver on her desk, which she hastily closed. "Do you like what you see?" she asked. One more word that sounds disrespectful to her could get me killed here. The bouncer let go of my hand, and they took a step back. By the looks she gave them, it appeared that they already knew their boss's command. "Is that a gun? Those are dangerous, you know. Okay then, I'll let you flirt with me. I think you don't need a slave anymore. You already have so many slaves in your collection, so why not just add me as your boyfriend or lover? Isn't that a better idea? After all, that's what you're lacking," I said. Her expressions and behavior are completely unpredictable. She appears upset and dissatisfied after hearing what I said, but with only a second and a deep breath, her demeanor flips as if she instantly changed her mind. "Well, aren't you the brave one? I wasn't expecting you to flirt back so easily," she says, giggling. She approaches me directly and grabs my chin as she stands up from behind her desk. She pulls me in and kisses me. I don't even know this person, but we're already kissing. "So, will you be my girlfriend?" I asked, trying to get away from her intense kisses. She chuckles and moves her hands to my neck, pulling me in for a deeper kiss. She lowers her hands to my waist. "I'm in charge here, and I expect you to listen to everything I say," she says sternly. "Understood?" she asks, smiling as she wraps her arms around me and kisses me deeply. "I think I need your response first, so I know how you feel about my offer," I explained. "Don't worry about all of the unimportant details. If you keep talking back, I'll decide to make you pay. I would love to accept your offer, but I don't like accepting somebody's offer. Instead, I'll give you an offer you can't refuse" she said. She looks at me with a smile on her face. "How would you like to be my boyfriend?" she asked, drawing closer, her eyes flashing crimson as she smiled mischievously. "Or is that too bold for you?" she continued. A lovely lady has requested me to be her boyfriend. Is this a dream? "You want me to become your boyfriend? Why would you want a guy like me?" I wondered. "Why wouldn't I want you? You're handsome, confident, and know exactly what you want," she states as she leans in for a kiss. "Now, answer my question: Will you be mine?" She had no idea that the reason I was summoned to this place was because another mafia boss had offered me the task of making her fall in love and ruining her life. "I want to be yours. It's a pleasure to be yours,” I replied. On top of that, what I just said was truly what I meant. Even though I should be doing this for the money, for the time being I'm just doing it for the satisfaction of my soul. "I'd like to be your lover," I said further. She just dragged me without saying anything. We continue to kiss each other deeply. A lifeless man who is dying and wants to survive feels something that is bringing him back to life at that precise moment. A minute-long kiss gives the dead man a sense of what it would be like to live in someone else's arms without experiencing excruciating pain or violence. It is tranquil, calming, and serene. I'd like to continue being this way forever. Moments like this are perfect, but one flaw is that I'm executing this duty as part of a mission.